Gerry was one hot chub and he knew it. A face as handsome as the devil would hand out with come-to-bed eyes and a mouth that was made for kissing and sucking was just the start of it. He had broad shoulders and a great big, hairy chest that was home to two large, brown nipples that jutted out like little javelins. His big, firm beer belly rose up underneath his chest and gave way to an immensely hairy bush and a surprisingly long and thin, uncircumcised cock that hung over a pair of super fat, hairy brown nuts. His tree trunk thighs and shapely legs were covered in dark brown fur. But it was his ass that broke many a chaser's heart. It was big and round and firm and as smooth as the day he was born. It was as pale as alabaster, contrasting with his olive complexion.

When I say that Gerry knew he was hot, it doesn't mean he was arrogant, far from it; it just means he knew his worth and was not shy to get what he wanted. Sometimes when he was feeling lazy he let chasers hunt him down. At other times he charmed and seduced his way into men's hearts. Gerry liked every kind of man going. One week I'd see him hanging around with some skinny, smooth twink with pretty boy looks and then the next he would be with a hunky black stud. I've watched him fuck an ass as fat as his own or get poked by a silver fox. Gerry just liked men, and fortunately for me one hot summer, Gerry liked me.

The moment I saw him at the pool I knew I had to have him. His swimsuit could hardly contain the flesh boulders that were his gorgeous ass. I watched those beefy cheeks bouncing up and down as he walked over to the bar to get a drink. When he turned around I gasped as I caught sight of the top of his pubic bush and saw how his fat nuts filled out and strained the material of his swimsuit. He caught me staring and flashed me a smile.

With weak knees I lay down on my sun lounger and tried to hide my boner. I was lying there pretending to be miles away when the drinks waiter appeared and handed me a beer. I was about to protest that I hadn't ordered one when he told me it was from 'the gentleman over there.' He nodded in Gerry's direction and my heart skipped a beat. I flashed him a smile and accepted his drink.

Well, even if I weren’t into chunky, hairy, beefy, studly men, Gerry would still have had his way with me. He came over and introduced himself, and he was just so charming that I felt like I was the only man in the world. We both knew what we wanted, but I wanted to string it out and make it last. It felt so good having his undivided attention, and I was really getting off on drinking in his beauty, trying to guess what his cock looked like, what his butt hole would feel like as I slid home later on. Gerry knew exactly what to say and which buttons to push. I think he would be able to seduce even the most homophobic straight man if he set his mind to it.

He told me he was going for a quick dip in the pool. I wanted to join him, to keep the conversation